This is from 2006, but I don't actually think I ever told it since this was in pre-RV days. This was the FIRST time we camped. Ever. In a Tent.

We headed out to Livingston SP in Livingston Texas. Brand new tent, air mattresses, the whole works. It was me and my son, who was just 9 at the time. We set up, I fixed dinner, we walked around & explored & had a fire. Then we went to bed.

The family in the site next to us were still up, laughing and with the fire going. They finally went to bed about midnight I think. Brief bit of quiet. About 2AM I was awakened by the man (father?) bellowing drunkenly "Deborah, where's the bread?" "I'm Hungry". "I want a sandwich". "Where's the bread?" over and over and tripping/stumbling over things in the campsite in the dark. This went on for about 10 minutes, along with many expletives as he tripped over things and couldn't find the bread, which was the Holy Grail to him now.

Finally I muttered to myself "Get the *&^%$ man his bread Deborah!" to which my son (who was awake but I didn't know it) fell OUT laughing. So I started laughing and then every time we looked at each other we just laughed harder. The man was making so much noise he didn't even realize it.

Finally, someone came out & got him the bread or made him a sandwich or something & all was quiet. We fell back asleep. For about an hour.

Suddenly we were awakened by a younger man --his son-- SCREAMING "No Dad STOP!! NO DON'T DO THAT!! STOP,STOP!" at the top of his lungs, and the sound of more tripping, falling, more expletives and a FLURRY of activity from the site. And "Dad" saying (very slurred speech because by now he's had a few MORE beers in him) "I just want to put the fire out. I'm just gonna put the fire out".

Seems as intoxicated as he was he'd grabbed the FULL GAS CAN as his method of 'putting the fire out'. Son was explaining all this to someone else at the campsite is how we were aware of what had happened.

However, Danger was averted, someone finally persuaded Pops to quit drinking and go to bed, and quiet reigned. At the time, I was NOT happy to get so little sleep that night, but it's gotten more humorous as the years have gone by!

Wow, that's a good one! Nice to be able to laugh about it now. Sure beats our prick of a neighbor earlier this summer who grumbled all day long and swore at his kids -- f- this and f- that. I don't know if I'll ever find that guy humorous.

My Bro and I were fishing in an area called the Gorge near Bishop CA when we met the F##ker Family, John U. F##ker, Pete U. F##ker, Mike U. F##ker and the rest of the clan. There were 6 or 7 of them all with the middle initial of U. Sure glad I didn't have the DW or DGKs with me. I guess with the same middle initial and last name it is pretty funny. Sure glad they weren't in our campground.

"I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to go". R. L. Stevenson

Never ceases to amaze me how some can swear in front of kids and women with no fore or afterthought. The light doesn't come on until after someone explains that it isn't cool and then they usually have a negative response.

Mr.Beebo wrote:Never ceases to amaze me how some can swear in front of kids and women with no fore or afterthought. The light doesn't come on until after someone explains that it isn't cool and then they usually have a negative response.

Yep, those type of people can not understand they are doing something wrong or unacceptable.

2006 must have been a banner year at Lake Livingston SP. That was the 1st place we took our then new 5th wheel and we were pretty happy when we got one of the few spots with "full service".....only to be awakened about 0300 by the guy in the next spot who's drunken stumblings knocked one corner jack of his 20' tt of the foot-tall pile of 2x4's that he used to reach the ground.

Nothing happened except the husband and wife got into a screaming match when they came outside the TT to see what had happened.

Lake Livingston was one of our favorite spots in the Ewe-stun area to take the RV.